Zhao Mai, shrouded in the blue light, was worshipped by many Yurik residents, and some even called him "true god". After Harmanna died, the inertia of life made them find a new spiritual dependence and leader. They were already familiar with the concept of "god", so they used it on Zhao Mai.

Faith is a kind of power, and the gods know how to gather and use this power, and Zhao Mai is no exception. The power of these faiths forms a field, covering the sky above Yurik City, floating towards Zhao Mai.

"I am not your god, I will not save you, you must save yourself." Zhao Mai used the Z-worm's realm to isolate the gathered power of faith, and then said: "Harmanna is dead, you can try to control your own destiny."

No one understands what he is talking about. For most of Urik, they have no idea what his destiny means. Looking at the confusion and disappointment in their eyes, Zhao Mai can clearly feel the confusion and chaos in their hearts. Killing evil people can save good people, but it does not mean that good people can definitely live a happy life. If the situation develops now, it is very likely that Urik will completely fall into chaos, and after there is no order, it will even become a city of sand thieves.

When you come to a country, kill his head, completely paralyze and destroy his management class, break all the shackles, you will basically release democracy and freedom, but chaos. Order is always born from chaos, which means that chaos runs faster and comes earlier than order.

Just like the power of faith gathered above the head. It is mixed with Yurik's collapsed territorial consciousness, and influences and entangles each other, trying to find a way out. Zhao Mai stares at it with his eyes to observe what it will do. The world will has the ability to self-regulate, but no matter how it adjusts, it will not be able to revive Harmanna. The important battle between the Crimson Legion against Yurik is meaningless. Rikas is destined not to fail here. So what will the world will do next?

An old man gave the answer. It was an old slave who was originally going to be taken to the slaughterhouse to end his life in a certain stone hook and other people's stomach acid, but now he has gained freedom. He has been crawling on the ground, his knees and forehead are scalded red by sand and stones. The will of the world circled over him for a while, and the old man stood up. He bent over and hunched his back, tried to raise his head and look at Zhao Mai, and asked, "Are you the liberator of the slave, Rikas?"

The moment he said it, Zhao Mai understood. So he smiled and replied: "I am not Rikas, but I am his friend."

"Can you manage and rule us?" The old man shook his head when he saw Zhao Mai, and asked, "Where is Rikas?"

Zhao Mai closed his eyes, his realm was communicating with Atas's world will and soon reached an agreement. "You need to find your own savior, but you will eventually find that the savior is yourself. Ricas is in the village of Kelder, but that is not the end of your journey, but just your first step."

The old man nodded. He looked around and pulled out a half-black hardwood stick from the ruins, used it as a walking stick, and turned around and walked out of the city. "I'm going to find the slave liberator of Ricastile, he should know what we should do."

Many people followed him and collected supplies such as food and drink along the way. Yurik's territory consciousness and the power of prayer had a place to go, partly attached to the team. The rest still hovered over the city, and maybe new heroes would appear when and where.

"You can easily become the owner of this city, although it is built on the skeleton volcanic pits and human flesh processing plants, it is still one of the several big cities in Atas." Tyrion seemed to encourage Zhao Mai, actually advised: "As long as you pull all the oasis in the desert, you will definitely be able to feed these people easily."

"If I want to attack a certain Witch King's city next time, you will say these words to me again." Zhao Mai replied: "I know you have been the official of Kaiyan City and the acting prime minister of Westeros. Now I need you to show your skills to enable me to eliminate the Witch Queen and take over the population of each city. I also need to have enough surplus power to welcome the immigration of a world. All of these must be planned in advance. I think you know who the planner will be."

Tyrion's face collapsed, and his hands spread out, said with an exaggerated expression: "I do want to have the opportunity to display my talents and abilities, but it shouldn't be so hard. Without women, without fine wine, and even food only has mushrooms... I will die at work."

"I will resurrect you, so don't be lazy." Zhao Mai shook his head and carried his collar back to the car. Since he had dealt with the Witch King in Yurik City, the historical mission of the Crimson Legion was basically over, and the world will that entangled with Shatili also left. This is the most important thing. Zhao Mai reached a compromise with the world will, and the expansion of Xirang and Zworm will be helped by Atas, which is something that no one has ever done in history.

"I have to say that you have the potential to become a dictator than any witch king. And for the sake of the people of the world, I have to reluctantly make it difficult and become a poor person enslaved by you." Tyrion looked back at the city, and a group of ragged escaped slaves followed them far away. They wanted to be protected, but they dared not approach because of fear. "Zhao Mai, do you know why there are classes? Although I am miserable, as long as someone is still under me, I will feel satisfied. Humans are really pathetic animals, and they rely on comparative illusions to gain happiness, and I am a pathetic little person."

"If you want to take people back to serve, just say, don't go around." Dogian glanced at the people who were huddled in the corners of the wall and behind the pillars. "These people are all slaves, and they should be doing hard work in their clothes, but they can't serve people."

"It's not time yet, Tyrion." Zhao Mai said to the little devil: "The current entanglement of the world will here is too deep. I don't want you to get into any trouble. Wait..."

Zhao Mai frowned and looked at a person in the crowd. It was a little beggar with one eye wrapped around his eyes. He was thin and small and inconspicuous. He was slowly squeezed behind in the crowd of shoulder-to-shoulder crowds. Her fate and Atas were already very weak, and it could almost be said to be on the verge of death. The moment Zhao Mai saw her, influenced by the Z-worm realm, her connection with the world was cut off. Zhao Mai foreseeed the future and knew that as long as he got in the car and left and took away the realm, she would be knocked down by the scattered crowd, suffered fatal injuries during the trampling, and would die before nightfall.

"Take her with her." Zhao Mai used his spiritual power to separate everyone and dragged the little girl over. The little girl's body became soft and fainted due to weakness and fright.

"How old is she? Considering that malnutrition will make her look younger, she is only seven or eight years old at most. What can she do?"

"You can't do nothing, you don't want her to do anything." Zhao Mai said: "In my house, the daily work is done by gardeners Long and Gong Chong, and you didn't need anything to do. I saw you so leisurely recently, so take care of the children in your spare time! Believe me, although you are small, as long as you take care of others, you will feel that you are tall and great. Just think she is your lost illegitimate daughter, it's fine."

"You can't be considered as some illegitimate daughter of my father, so I'll have a sister."

"Considering your bad relationship with your father and your reputation in this generation, she can't be your sister." Zhao Mai said: "That's it. You have to develop some normal hobbies, or make your past weird hobbies normal."
Chapter completed!